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It is only January 4th and I am already in love with 2013. I have never been one to make resolutions, this year is a little different, the hubster decided that this year we are going to eat healthier, think healthier and lovemore! That’s simple enough so I am pretty sure this resolution will stick around longer than most.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday with the ones you love. I celebrate Christmas so I am super excited to spend some quality time with my family. I don’t know if all Latinos are the same but in my family the big day is the 24th (Christmas Eve) that’s when my family gets together to celebrate, which is perfect because I married a white man (whom I absolutely adore him) and he celebrates the 25th (Christmas Day) so that’s when we get together with his family.

What can be said about this lovely season? Let’s start by saying that I have a love-hate relationship with Summer.

LOVE:

I get to wear light clothes compared to winter when I have to wear half of my wardrobe just to feel warm

WATERMELON. That’s mostly what my diet consists of, watermelon juice (my dad makes the best watermelon juice ever and now my favorite vegan place has it too), cold watermelon, frozen watermelon, you get the point I’ll take watermelon whichever way I can have it

Fireworks. Who doesn’t like fireworks? I mean if I can skip the noise they make and just look at the pretty colors in the sky I would but since that’s not an option (yet?) I’ll take the noise.

Festivals. Fairs. They are every where, rib fest, taste of Chicago (love me some pickle on a stick, cheesecake on a stick, everything on a stick), craft fairs, lollapalooza, whatever you can think of there’s a fair/fest for that.

When it rains, it’s not cold water falling on my face, it’s actually enjoyable and I can dance in the rain rather than run like hell for cover

Early mornings and late nights, basically I get zero sleep but who cares the sun makes me happy

Cook-outs= lots and lots of food

Picnics= all things fun

Now here are the reason why I hate strongly dislike, I have never really liked the word hate, it’s just too strong and strongly dislike does as good as a job as hate to describe how I feel about a situation/person/place/etc.

HATE Strongly Dislike:

HUMIDITY. This is the only reason I need to dislike summer, I can deal with 80+ degree weather, I’ll cap it at 90 but when its 87 and it feels like 98 I have an issue with that. Also the wonders humidity does to my hair, I don’t like it, it makes me look crazy!

Mosquitoes. simply annoying little creatures that were placed on earth to make my life miserable

Pools are crowded and so is every other place in the city

People are supposed to be nicer because the weather is nice but usually they are more crabby than usual, blame it on reason #1

Ice cream melts too fast, I like to enjoy my treat and not get a brain freeze because I ate it too fast

I don’t get to enjoy it the way I would like because I am stuck at work for most of the day and by the time I get out I only have a few hours of sunshine left

Feeling sticky. This is so annoying, apparently unless I am on a nude beach nudity is not acceptable WHAT?! hence I have to suck it up and leave all my clothes on while I sweat like a freaking pig (why do people use this expression, I thought pigs don’t sweat?)

Hot drinks are not tolerable and not all drinks are good cold, okay maybe that’s a lie but sometimes I would prefer a hot rather than a iced-coffee, I know this is a lame excuse but I like to enjoy a cup of coffee in the afternoon, blame my addiction!

Electricity bill is ridiculous!!!

It’s not LONG ENOUGH

Chicago has been a hell-hole the last few days, it has been in the 100’s right now its 99 but it feels like 107 umm GLOBAL WARMING or for people who don’t understand the concept, Climate Change!!!! We are supposed to have “cooler” temperatures and by cooler I mean in the 80s, LORD HELP US!!!

Just so you don’t think I am lying and being dramatic!!! The weather channel does NOT LIE!

Currently my favorite phrase is: Hello and welcome to hell, we didn’t expect you so soon :)

We all grow old, gather new knowledge, make new friends, but in spite of all that we tend to go back to the things we know, we go back to the basics.

My basics at the movement are books. I absolutely love the place books take me. Here is a wonderful quote I came across yesterday while browsing Books and Bowel Movements blogs:

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”—Franz Kafka

Yesterday a coworker and I along with a mutual friend decided to start a book club, how exciting! I don’t remember being this excited in a while. I just read a trilogy that rocked my socks (and my husbands) off. I loved it and it was that simple read that took me back to the basics. Back to where books were my only source of entertainment, the place where my brain got its daily form of exercise. Oh I am in heaven! It is so strange the feelings/emotions a book can evoke. The healing it can bring to a broken or discourage spirit.

We must remember the power words have, but most importantly the capacity our brain has to bring words found in a book to life. I don’t think we give ourselves enough credit, reading takes courage, it takes guts. Many times books or a simple story can take us where we never would’ve gone alone. We are willing to feel emotions and go to the darkest places of our soul.

I love to read, it is my favorite form of reality. It is in literature that I come face-to-face with my true self. It is the place I let my guards down, it is the place where anything and everything is possible, a place where I don’t question the validity of a statement, I simply believe.

I may no longer be a little girl but I will always be my daddy’s baby girl. I am the person I am today because of everything that my daddy has done for me. He has taught me how to get lost in books, how to count my blessings every day regardless of how I feel or how things are looking, he taught me how to love unconditionally and for this my husband should be grateful, he taught me to never take life too serious and to enjoy every minute even if it’s not all peachy.

My dad is a wonderful man, he is strong and wise. He is my hero and my best friend. I have never lacked anything and in my toughest moments he has always been my strong tower. To all the women girls that have been blessed with a wonderful father, enjoy every moment you have with him, laugh together, hug him and cover his face with kisses (you will never be too old to do that). Remember that you are both aging and you might have to repeat yourself several times or you might have to hear the same story more than once, enjoy it like if it were the first time.

To my wonderful daddy, Happy Daddy’s Day!!! You are the best daddy I could ever wish for :D